I write almost entirely on my computer, an Apple laptop, and print out my poems when I've got them shaped into some semblance of order.  But I also write entirely at home, at my desk, in my tiny little office that was the reason I rented my apartment.  I don't like pencils, special pens (although do I like to take notes or write letters with Sharpie fine points) or pretty little unlined leather notebooks with elastic bands used to keep them closed.

I know some people do like those little notebooks, though, because when Moleskine, the company that makes the delightful and perfect little notebooks that would be even better if they weren't almost exclusively available at chain bookstores, got bought out by a French company last week, the I-write-in-coffee-shops crowd started to panic.  Moleskine, which was previously owned by Modo and Modo, a tiny Italian company, is a brand of sketchpad most known for its dead celebrity users - Van Gogh, Picasso, Hemingway, Oscar Wilde and Georges Bataille (those are his 1942-1947 notebooks over on the left, courtesy the Moleskine website) all had a thing for Moleskine notebooks - although the brand inspires such love that there's even a Flickr group, Moleskinerie, dedicated entirely to pictures of the outsides and insides of users' Moleskine notebooks.  I suggest checking it out: those people have some mad skillz.

At any rate, last week's announcement set the internet abuzz with worry that the acquisition by a larger company will compromise the quality everyone loves.  I suppose if you're worried you can go out and buy up the last few at your local B&N.